THE REBIRTH OF SIM GAGE Neither Sim Gage nor his neighbor slept to any worth that night.

At times one would speak, but they held no discussion.

Wid Gardner, in an iron wrath, was thinking much.
Sim Gage lay with his eyes opened toward the rude ceiling.

In his heart was something new.

Hitherto in all his life he had never quarreled with fate, but smiled at it as something beyond his making or his mending.